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into the valley
by john sweet
give me dead hands
down empty country roads
give me november
pale sunlight in a sky
scarred w/ contrails
grey fields, grey hills,
small bones both bleached and
stained, and nothing is hidden
when everyone is blind
no one is blind when
everything is lost
walk backwards long enough,
and all gods return to dust
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